Sleeping At Last - Atlas sorrow

It ^Amfeels like ^Gfalling. ^CIt ^Ffeels like ^Crain. Like ^Amlosi^Cng my b^Galance ^EmAg—^Dmain and a^Amgain. It o^Fnce was ^Amso e^Gasy; Breathe ^Cin, breathe ^Fout. But at the ^Amfoot of ^Cthis ^Gmountain, ^CI ^Fonly see ^Cclouds.

I ^Amfeel out of ^Gfocus, ^COr at le^Fast indis^Cposed As this str^Amange weath^Cer ^Gpattern I^Emnsi^Dmde me takes ^Amhold. Each bra^Fve step ^Amforw^Gard, I take thr^Cee steps beh^Find. It's m^Aind ov^Cer ^Gmatter – Matt^Cer ^Fover ^Cmind.

^DmSlo^Cwl^Amy, ^{G Am}then a^Gll ^Cat ^Fonce. A s^Dming^Cle ^Amloose^G thread ^AmAnd it ^Gall comes ^Cundo^Fne.

^AmWhere there is l^Gight, ^CA ^Fshadow app^Cears. The ca^Amuse and ^Ceff^Gect ^EmWhen ^Dmlife interf^Ameres. The sa^Fme rule ^Amappl^Gies To g^Coodness and ^Fgrief; For ^Amin our g^Creat ^Gsorrow We ^Clearn ^Fwhat joy ^Cmeans.

^DmI don't want to fight, I don't want to fight it. ^GI don't want to fight, I don't want to fight it. ^AmI don't want to fight, I don't w^Gant to fight it. ^FBut I will learn to fight, I will

^Dm'Til this pendulum finds equilibriu^Gm. Dm--C--G

^DmSlo^Cwl^Amy, ^{G Am}then ^Gall ^Cat ^Fonce. The ^Dmdark ^Amclouds de^Gpart, And the ^Amdama^Gge ^Cis ^Fdone. ^DmSo ^Ampardon the d^Gust While this ^Amall ^Gsett^Cles ^Fin. With a ^Dmbro^Co-^Amoken ^Gheart, Transfor^Ammati^Con be^Fgins.